He looked very well in a cowl, and spoke Neapolitan.

I did not know him when he came to the foot of the gallows, howling out that I was innocent." "Were you ?" asked Arisa.
"Of course I was," answered Aristarchi with conviction.
"Who was the man that had been killed ?" "I forget his name," said the Greek.

"He was a Neapolitan gentleman of great family, I believe.

I forget the name.

He had red hair." Arisa laughed and stroked Aristarchi's big head.